A rambling train of thoughts about the universe and our micro solar system consisting of our dear Sun and other planets in a magnetic dance while we hurtle through space on the face of a rock and stare at flat screens where we attempt to connect while we detach.

Astronomy Picture of the Day

Saturday, August 31, 2013

have kept with the weekly psalm challenge, a bite by bite, byte by byte, cyber religiosity meets worldwide friendships and spreading word of culture, beliefs, songs with universal meaning, no matter how your underlying belief systems is constructed, formed.robert at daily athens was hosting and stopped not for lack of trying. his faithful hosting was an inspiration in itself. This is always dedicated to him and his family. like other bloggers i follow and have followed, i respect them all their viewpoints, perspectives, photos, reporting and rants.so i have kept this up and will continue until i run out of numbers or steam, whichever is the precedent.
mary gerdt, monkton, vermont

Psalm Challenge 119

Psalm 119

Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition (DRA)

119 In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard
me.

2 O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful
tongue.

3 What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to
thee, to a deceitful tongue?

4 The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay
waste.

5 Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt
with the inhabitants of cedar:

6 My soul hath been long a sojourner.

7 With them that hated peace I was peaceable: when I spoke
to them they fought against me without cause.

addendum: photos from french-indian war reenactment. jasper sean our beloved little black lion, and a shadow box with this quote: "I think that feelings are wasted on words. I think they should be distilled into actions which bring results." Florence Nightingale

Beautiful Vermont weather. Daytime 70's, nighttime 50's. Raining a lot when it does. The garden is slowly catching up. Speaking of catch up, Fred made some tasty fermented ketchup, or castup, however you spell it. Very tasty. We are trying our hands at pickles again and the fermented cuke pickles are quite interesting. Working on toning down the salt. Recipes on the WWW help get it down.

I planned on somehow archiving my archives of the chronicles. Too tired tonight. Have a Great week in your spot in the Universe. meg

Archives: July 16th. July halfway over and we got the rest of the plants in the ground. Tomatoes, onions, tomatillos, peppers, broccoli, cauliflower, brussel sprouts. Pared way down from some years. Luckily we waited. Many planted twice and lost both times. Getting late for here. The days already start getting "shorter", less daylight. Oh Yes, I tweetered to Astronaut Luca and he responded which was so very cool for a space groupie like myself. He said a day is a day up there too...

Travelogue entry: July 4th week.We got away to Virginia for a nice road trip. Fred is a good driver and we paced ourselves, rested and kept cool. Unusually cool there which is still warm but quite pleasant. We stayed w/friends and visited family too.

Fred ordered a sockeye salmon fresh caught in Alaska and we had a dinner that rivals any restaurant. Never had such a perfect tasting fish.

We had fried chicken w/family on Independence day and drove by Gettysburg, PA on the 150th anniversary of the infamous Bloody battle.

On the way back we had tickets in Woodstock, NY to see Amy Helm and her friends...one of them Natalie Merchant, who I did not recognize as a person who I have 2 of her CD's in 10,000 maniacs. I am so bad with names. I loved her voice, piano playing. Many other fine musicians there like Byron Isaacs, Dan Littlefield & Family, Simi Stone, Another woman...incredible music! Conor Kennedy-who I heard about last week and posted one of his you tubes-he has a new album. Fred and I got there at 6:30 and had a nice mex-style meal @ the Tin Cantina. We wandered to Levon's pond toasted him, watched the fish make ripples in still water...and we felt that Catskill aura. Peaceful. Special. The word???

Eden?

Perhaps that is the best word.

Eden's Spring,

A spring from which Great music will pour forth.

The concert to follow was Great, Fun, Rare.

Live music is, just once.

We are so grateful to have attended this second friday night concert @ the Barn 7.5.13 meg

7.7.2013

Soggy beginning to July in Vermont. The natural greenery, plants, flowers all full and healthy. The garden way behind.

Storms have brought flooding to many areas of the north country. Some areas still feeling the pain from Irene.

Our road washed out and we gently raked the rocks hoping the deluge slows down.

For me, still twittering, trying to balance musical/medical/interesting people-places-things/cyberstuff/news/writing/political-all sides/photography...Then my creativity lurched. Twitter said I could not follow someone. "Who says?" I thought! All I could do was... Google it..."There, Take That!" I said...and since that day I have vowed to sacrifice as few birds as possible as I keep under my 2001 Twit limit. Now up to 2006.

6.28.13 Still fighting the pipeline.

Scroll down for older comments and guest posts. If you tire of this rant, you can try to block it out and enjoy the music or tape some construction paper on the right side of the monitor so you can ignore it. Or go back to Bieber's tweet site. I only am up to 2006 people I can follow. Then I see Ruth Buzzi. I cannot follow her! Somebody has to go. no fair. Bieber gets all the followers he wants.

6.15.2013

Fighting the Gaz Pipeline,WT #$&%®£¥€!¡

So, the town of Monkton,Vermont sprang (or is it sprung,spanged?...no Crammed is more like it, shoved down the constituent throat like a bitter pill.

What did the SB decide to vote for now? I cannot tell you.

I heard heard a rumor the SB signed a deal w Canadian owned Gaz.

It is their deal. they have ignored constituents....wait....they ignored Certain, select constituents. So if your country is needing a model structure for democracy, you might want to avoid our town. Meeting less than 24 h notice and they decide what they want anyway....How can citizens change this...well first they must open their eyes and see. Then they must vote. Yes, so many US citizens do not vote. You will not hear that in the newspapers of the lands with paved roads, only here on my blog, also the first newspaper of Monkton,Vermont. We saved a tree by posting this online.meg

prior postings:

did the Addison Independent Really use the Nimby word? Like did they know how I think, feel, react? I also got a bit incensed when the 2 pro gas sb in Monkton go making pre-deals without authority.The same SB who will sell your property tax lien for being 6 months late paying. You have to hire a lawyer, disentangle it, explain to your bank, be shamed,pay 8% to tax collector (what did he do?) and you pay the town's lawyer, weird and late fees and what else, oh yes, the ad for the newspaper, which is why the newspaper likes it too.

Delinquent tax sales are unconstitutional. I wish I was a lawyer I would challenge. No one has because they like buying cheap property from poor working slobs like myself. They are sick and someone should stop this.

Locally, we fight the Gaz Pipeline with pennies and words.

Oh, I wish I could attend meetings and be everywhere fighting every bad situation. Alas, if I am even an instigator, illuminating change agent, then perhaps I have served my role in this battle against pipeline through our fair town of Montkon. Where we pay taxes to conserve land we cannot get to and can't sell rocks so why on Earth would anyone want to make our town a lowly transmission field. That already smells bad. Posting links as they come in as we live in a newspaperless town.

Please say No to the pipeline. Yoko Ono did, on you tube and she explained quite well why New York does not want it. Once I started researching, it is easy to find out why a lot of places do not want high pressures natural gas transmission lines in mountainous plus lakes/rivers in places like New York, and West Virginia. NY even funded a study showing All the reasons pipelines are Not the answer. Please vocalize your opposition at this critical junction. No the Gaz company does not have imminent domain nor do they have a right to be here and do what they want. No, the selectboard has not expressed the wishes of the town when they invite the Gaz people in. I have, however, given up on trying to convince the SB of anything. I am trying to explain to you, who may have partners, children, grandchildren, pets, animals, first responders and others you love who will be affected if this is allowed to go in. Once a right of way is established, the lines will grow, the pipeline will suffer leaks, someone will get hurt. Property values go down. Taxes go up even more with the burden on fire and safety personnel. All at the benefit of Middlebury College and the Paper Mill across the lake. Please say no to the pipeline, today and forever. My voice alone cannot make it stop.We Citizen Fracking Fighters have still been on an accelerated learning curve dueto the divisive, attacking nature of the Gaz company. It is time to stop, lookand listen to the citizens who understand the dangers, who have googledmountainous high pressure gas lines and saw the explosions, the faux pax's ofhumans moving too fast. I have studied the prices both cost with gas pricesexpected to rise,and environmental with fracking-permanent damage to theenvironment. Our town would be a transmission field for Middlebury. We say NO tothe Pipeline. Will you?

afterword...part of my frustration with the local yokies trying to sell my property for taxes due ($10,000 will buy a $300,000 property), is that I saw what discrimination does even to us poor white peeps. They did the same to poor blacks after being given a plot of land, made free and said go for it. So although I am not black, I am a woman and have been subjected to the town's BS about tax sales. Like they said they told my husband they were auctioning my property. They did not have to tell me, a woman landowner. I have a dream too, that people, all people, can own a piece of this Earth and live there forevermore. mg

Saturday, August 24, 2013

verse from douay rheims 1899 by public domain.Today Sean left the material plane,early afternoon,peaceful at last. He was 15 years old.He was a feral who decided one day to move inside.He bunked for years with Buddy,our old yellow cat,then Captain was his buddy.He was my power animal and I realized his power did not die.He handed me a small spark,as his respirations changed,We stood in the sunshine togetheras i had a last hug.Sean already in my mother's armswhere I told him to go.

Friday, August 23, 2013

friday night musik

YT link of Carolyn Wonderland...

She will be in Stowe, Vermont on Sunday, Weather predicted to be Perfect.
She is a must see kind of woman...her band complements her unique style.

p.s regarding stowe i hope to alert readers to this wonderful venue-Trapp family lodge,yes where maria, the captain and family found refuge, amidst the mountains that reminded them of their Vaterland. Sound of music was the first real movie I saw on the Tall movie screen. those mountains a lot like here.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Play by Play on the radio 620 wvmt
Susan Waldman & John Sterling,
Yankees vs. whoever....them.Me a Cardinals fan...no real conflict, It is just that Fred started listening,the games broadcasts play nearly every day.
I flashback to my earliest memories,
The asphalt playground.
Playing baseball, was there a game every day then?
Most days, in summer, there seemed to be one.

My memory of tennis shoes sticking to the tacky hot asphalt,
Being skipped for teams,
Flatfooted, could not run, Nor hit, catch or throw.
Loving every moment of the games,
no matter who played.

Would sit with my brother and Dad and hear their play by play,
Or Jack Buck on the radio.
Buying baseball cards for the gum
and hoping for a rare card.

Tonight,
Listening to my favorite radio play by play,
Susan, a knowledgeable woman who explains the layers, the subtleties.
John, classic p x p, love his consistency, stats, and love for the team.
They have a good steady banter,
drawing me back to the all American sport.

Feeling their excitement as they congratulate Susan's Star,
me typing this up,
sitting in Monkton,Vermont,
as the Fans file out of Yankee stadium,
I wanted to acknowledge these announcers,
who rekindled my childhood passion for
Play by play and
Baseball.

Monday, August 19, 2013

A movie I put together with random images
and music from the hard drive.
Credit to the unidentified musicians and I do not earn money from this.
The movie is officially dedicated to Colleen,
You know who you are,
That's why you are so cool,
that, and you like Led Zeppelin.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Something woke me up...surfing twitter w/kindle,
play a game, check FB, email.
Then I saw the emergence of the deal to sell back property to a man who lost his family's legacy to a delinquent tax lien sale by the town.
It was a feel good rare kind of never happens fairy tale thing,
if it were not for things like lawyering, which I guess had to be a part of it.
So I looked for clever tweets to re-tweet thus saving my tired mind from being creative.
Found not a one worth retweet. all pretty snotty, snarky,empty.newspapers make money on tax sales..legal notices, gossip, shame and icky stuff,
It would be up to me to set the record straight...

I am proud of Governor Shumlin for giving this man back his property.
Not a political move, nothing really to gain.
It was cool. I am surprised. The lawyers need to find new work.
No long drawn out scandalous court case.
Now, time for Vermont Property Tax Reform...if not now, when...

Monday, August 12, 2013

Really thinking about Mom all day.
Sunday was my day to call her (the past 30 years) or go visit when I lived near them and once I moved out for about the third time.
Intended to continue my interview with a clone series but too tired.
We processed 2 grain sacks of wonderful fresh sweet corn,
mowed the lawn, yada, yada.
So stumbled onto this little piece I did about working in the ICU.
Yes you can and do get attached, some people shock you,
some worse than others.
I worked in ICU 8 years after 10 years med/surg, neuro/neurourg, ent, eye, you name it.
After awhile you develop some thickness to your skin or you and the patient would never survive.
But once in awhile, that moment, often the young ones, would pierce your heart and you would lose it.
And it was OK.

For mom....................................................................................................................................

There, There, All Better

By Mary E. Gerdt

2013 all rights reserved

It hurt.

I hurt.

I had to watch a man die while his family felt a part of them leave. Permanently.

It would have helped if I hated them, if I found some way to despise them and feel they had it coming. But it wasn’t that way at all. I loved them. I only knew them a day and yet I loved them.

They did not deserve this, he did not deserve to die. And that’s when I hurt so bad I started to cry.

I fled the sad room full of now empty wires and sobbing people and one dead man.

I went into the bathroom, turned the water on and sobbed. I did not cry that much when Katie died. So why now?

I needed a vacation, to go somewhere pleasant, by the ocean, in the sun, without all this. I needed to eat and buy useless trinkets with plastic cards, escape.

But here I sat in this frozen place. A sobbing mess of a human with a corpse for a patient and a family I loved who needed me. I filled the sink with cold water and plunged my head in. I blew bubbles and laughed like an infant. Come up for air. “There, There. All better.” I heard my lost mother’s voice.

Now make yourself go out and face them, face the questions, all “Why?”, “What do we do now”, “He isn’t really dead, is he?”.

I hear the responses coming from my mouth as if I and my mouth are separate. “Things happen” (How lame!),

“Make funeral arrangements.” (It will give you something to take your mind off what just happened.)

“Be strong.”, “He is dead”, “ He is gone now.”

“He is not coming back.” (denial a powerful force).

“You must go now.” “Drive safely.” (What if they have a wreck?)

“Would you like some valium?” (no really, never did that but have suggested they call their own doc to get valium.).

“Go home and have a drink. Call a priest. Call your mother, Call God, ask Him Why?”

Saturday, August 10, 2013

i joined the Psalm Challenge hosted by a friend in Greece who is from Germany. There were people entering from all over the world.i enjoyed reading the German translations, Hebrew, all over interpretations. I started reading one psalm at a time and reading other's commentary. I am thankful to Robert et al for leading me to this exercise & I feel compelled to continue on.
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first i am posting a video i did for mom, gone a year

and seemingly forever,

her spirit is all around me, every day.

I am grateful for her memory and all she did

to fight for me,

and every man, woman and child.

She was that Great.

she wanted me to study the bible, we talked bible, and other philosophical subjects

Psalm 116

Commentary from the public domain.

I got to this quote and it was enough.

Psalm 116 - Matthew Henry's Concise Commentary on the Bible...

all credit to matthew henry...borrowed for educational purposes :) meg.

The psalmist declares his love to the Lord.

We have many reasons for loving the Lord, but are most affected by his
loving-kindness when relieved out of deep distress. When a poor sinner is
awakened to a sense of his state, and fears that he must soon sink under the
just wrath of God, then he finds trouble and sorrow. But let all such call upon
the Lord to deliver their souls, and they will find him gracious and true to his
promise. Neither ignorance nor guilt will hinder their salvation, when they put
their trust in the Lord.
[mary's notes: sorry, with some crimes i have trouble not believing you might just rot in a cesspool of dead end being, forever burning, or suspended over a cliff by your pinky for eternity, not salvation,but that is just little old sometimes vindictive human me.meg]Let us all speak of God as we have found him; and have we ever found him
otherwise than just and good? It is of his mercies that we are not consumed. Let
those who labour and are heavy laden come to him, that they may find rest to
their souls; and if at all drawn from their rest, let them haste to return,
remembering how bountifully the Lord has dealt with them. We should deem
ourselves bound to walk as in his presence. It is a great mercy to be kept from
being swallowed up with over-much
sorrow. It is a great mercy for God to hold us by the right hand, so that we
are not overcome and overthrown by a temptation. But when we enter the heavenly
rest, deliverance from sin and sorrow will be complete; we shall behold the
glory of the Lord, and walk in his presence with delight we cannot now conceive.
(Ps 116:10-19)

About this commentary:Matthew Henry's Concise Commentary
on the Bible is available in the Public Domain.

Thursday, August 1, 2013

The nicest weather of the summer in Vermont just ahead.
Before September when the leaves officially start turning,
Our garden reduced greatly in size
but quality is good.
A deer was browsing up there
which has us worried.

For 31 days
we can enjoy the summer days in the 70's
evenings 50 or so.

Meanwhile I find it impossible
to open and post all the correspondence
I get opposing the pipeline.
Trust me, it is a lot.
Will put up links as I can.

NASA's New Horizons: A Heart from Pluto

Lake Champlain

the challenges of freedom

My words were simply, "I cannot comprehend this." when told an excuse that my absentee ballot hadn't been mailed because.....I lost the rest. I filled out the absentee ballot form. Finally I wrote to the town front porch forum. Here it is:

School Revote

MARY GERDT

I did not receive an absentee ballot for the recent revote of the school vote. Apparently none were sent? Or did you receive one and mine was omitted? I prefer to vote at home. I signed the paper for absentee ballots. The Secretary of state said it is up to me to enforce the election rules. It is up to me to ask the town clerk to explain, go to court if need be. No, my body cannot take any more of that. My vote was not counted. If you like that policy, carry on. Just don't presume to know all the reasons I do not want to vote out in public. I thought that is what absentee ballots were all about.

update 5.19.15 follow up post to front porch forum

Several issues back I inquired if others in Monkton did not receive absentee ballots for the town school budget re-vote. I got no response. I do not interpret that as apathy or a conspiracy against me, although I am sorely tempted to take the easy way out. It is stuck in my craw, the assistant town clerk (why did we need an assistant?) said we talked it over and it was too late to send the absentee ballots out. Now I will reiterate I do not have the energy to fight this town over not being able to vote on a budget that affects the taxation on our property. I will submit to the reader that if you tolerate this, it is a slippery slope. Oh, and fair warning: when you fill out the form from the Secretary of State of Vermont for absentee voting for the year, and send it to the Town clerk or assistant, don't expect that you will receive the ballots as requested. Then when you don't, guess "they" decided there wasn't enough time. My vote was never counted.

What if you could help tell the history of 1960's #NYC #GreenwichVillage? You can, See Richard...

Monkton Chronicles

Monkton Chronicles,

November 2016

Thanksgiving Week

It's been 7 months since I have put out an article about this town. Pipeline Fighters, Political Sparring, Health and Fatigue have dominated my summer. Now Summer and Fall are behind us. The first snow a gentle morning. A new America is forming, baby boomers aging, parties losing, party winning. Not worth crying about, little snowflakes, we all melt away in the end. We scraped up what silver we had to pay the taxman. Narrowly paid, avoiding being pinched by zero tolerance tax collectors. shortly after that our 11 year old pellet stove died. It was a good run. Fred and son installed our new stove. toasty warm. hopefully you are warm wherever you are. best wishes, meg

April 2016

4.30.16

I have neglected my lonely Chronicles, Times are tough in this idyllic state of chaos. Vermont, of course, is what I mean. Vermont and Vermonters, genuine and those who "identify as Vermonters" can take credit for the steady as he goes, In full command, Silver Warrior, Bernie Sanders. I predicted he will win the nomination. I still believe that. Locally the steadily advancing Northern front of the Canadian free for all Gaz pipeline. They are carving their way to the Tree that they killed, in fact, many hardwoods. They chipped them, all. Come on down and look. I don't know what the answer is. Addie could only stay up in that tree so long. We warriors for the planet feel we have been here before. And hope we may stop the madness that supports fracking in #Alberta. Town of Monkton, Vermont has a website if you care to peruse the gas pipeline stuff. It all makes me sick.

Spring is being her usual stubborn self in the North Country. The Sunlight has been marvelous. Code word: Sunlight = Arctic air...brr.

May will start a little warmer and badly needed rain. That will wash the pollen down, and start the greening...A Spring delight here. Brown to Green. All for now. Have a Wonderful May. meg

March 2016

3.18.16

It's been awhile since I have posted in the land of sparse news.

There was a "Quintessential Town Meeting" in Monkton, Vermont that I have once again boycotted. That's part of the plan, you know, to steer the town business the way of the chosen few. I gave up, quit, starvation of my political desires. Forget it. I can't. It's hard to explain all this. You may think I am being whiny, intolerant. ignorant...

No, I am frustrated. How can one person one vote by transferred to the mass in the school auditorium? If you're still confused, that, too is part of the plan. No wonder I haven't written updates in the Chronicles.

Keep tuned...spring is on the way. meg

February 2016

2.10.2016

Still more or less an open winter with spotty snowfalls in the Champlain Valley. Some cold air on the way to take us below zero.

We are now on the shorter side of winter. The daylight hours changing subtly at first, then all at once you notice. The snow that is lacking reminds me of how reflective snow is. South of here, blizzards and hurricanes. Guess it's nice for us to have a break.

The election timeline is fascinating, for a few seconds. Then it falls into a monotony. The major media outlets rake in the dough...strange that donations go to elect people. Or that a woman (Carly Fiorina) was excluded from the New Hampshire debate because of polls that in New Hampshire, are grossly inaccurate. Women were not outraged at Carly's being stifled or Sarah Palin being called dumb. There should be so surprise when Hilary is squashed like in 2008.

Enough for now. Healing with Knight Salve #5, probiotics, sunshine.

January 2016

01.21.16

Every winter in Vermont is tough, just for different reasons. This year we were not hardened off, so to speak. All of the sudden it got cold, over and over. Eek. Finally got to this chore. The town as relates to me, We sent in forms for absentee ballots. Why do we have to do this every year? I am still experimenting with salves, and other healing regimens. Time is the factor we surely cannot control. Today, breaks of sunlight is warm in a south window.We fight the pipeline, the state brought a stacked deck to the public service board of Yes.

All for now.

December 2015

12.31.2015

Our unusually mild weather has turned to more typical cold, rain and snow.

The last day of 2015 finds me upright and breathing. Skin in the healing mode, aided by salves and soaps I have put together. Avoiding the mainstream products when I can.

We had a low keyed Christmas. Turning in early for New Year's. Hope everyone is safe tonight. Tomorrow is 2016.

That is an interesting number, isn't it? meg

12.7.2015

The Sun is lower in the sky, air is colder. We are enjoying the warmer December. There will be colder days ahead. Have been blogging, tweeting, and attempted to get my Samsung phone to coordinate with clouds, kindles, PC's and a rusty brain.

News came hard that a friend, my blogger mentor, Herrad Ford had passed away after an illness. Please say a prayer for her husband who is hurting right now. I am working on a tribute post. It will come to me when it is good and ready. Sleep helps with expression. Does that make sense? I am tired. Done for the day. Well, done except for watching Scorpion and NCIS-LA, 2 of my favorite shows right now.

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

“For each thorn, there's a rosebud...for each twilight — a dawn... for each trial — the strength to carry on,For each stormcloud — a rainbow... for each shadow — the sun... foreach parting — sweet memories when sorrow is done.”

Quotes

Not sure where I found these."Suppose there are no hypothetical situations.""When your horse dies, get off."my lawyer haiku:"Lawyering,Back and forth they go,Poor folks suffer, losing time,Property all gone."

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Quotes

"Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear -- not absence of fear."--Mark Twain, 19th-century American writer

“Security is mostly a superstition. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outrightexposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.”--Helen Keller, 20th-century American writer, lecturer, advocate

"The vision of justice is an eternal long march to the Promised Land of the good life for all.” Justin Dart, Jr.

Wisdom of Kahlil Gibran

"Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love."

Fear

"There is the fear that we shan't prove worthy in the eyes of someone who knows us at least as well as we know ourselves. That is the fear of God. And there is the fear of Man --fear that men won't understand us and we shall be cut of from them."
Robert Frost

Folks

In winter's tedious nights, sit by the fire With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales. --Shak. [1913 Webster]

Quote(s) of the Millenium

"Man, like a tree in the cleft of a rock, gradually shapes his roots to his surroundings, and when the roots have grown to a certain size, can't be displaced without cutting at his life." Oliver Wendell Holmes"What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us."
- Oliver Wendell Holmes

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